I Heart Dictators

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

A Valentine Poem for Dictators

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
If you are Dictator
I Heart You.

Friday, February 03, 2006

What would Josephine Say

Small in stature you may be
But my heart I will give for all to see
You wanted a world Empire
It fueled my desire
and set my heart on fire
What would Josephine say
If she knew how with you I want to play
On an island in exile
Perhaps my body you will defile.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Dear Nikita

With your big bald head
I just want to get into your bed.
The Russian people you led
and missles to Cuba you sped
Kennedy you filled with dred
and my lust you feed.

Friday, December 09, 2005

Stalin

You followed Lenin
In the very beginning
You had Trotsky killed
my lust will never be filled
The Iron Curtain grew stronger
and you ruled longer
dissidents you imprisoned in the gulag
Can we snog?

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

To Juan

Don't cry for me Argentina
Becasue my love grows stronger
and makes me want to dance like a ballerina
and I can not fight it any longer

Just like Eva Peron
I feel in love
If only he had a clone
My heart beats like the wings of a dove

Juan is the one
I want to spend my time on
My heart is done
I will be your pawn

Please let me love you
And I too could rule by your side
For you I might coo
And throw my arms wide

And yell out loud
Above the crowd

Juan and only Juan
owns my heart.

Monday, October 24, 2005

Dictator of My Eternal Soul

I love Jesus
With his long beautiful hair
I can not help but stare
when he smiles
my heart beats 1,000 miles
He heals the sick
and then I just want his neck to lick
he might be the Son of God to most
and perhaps in hell I will roast
but when he addresses a crowd
I just want to yell out loud
"You make me Hot"
Can we find a private spot
where I could indulge this lust
for I really must...
touch him and love him forever.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Khan of Khans

Your father was killed by the Tatars
and revenge you would have for starters
you killed your own brother
which must have sadden your mother
At 17 you lead your very own army against your foes
this makes me want to lick your toes
conquering the world is hard work
but from it you did not shirk
you became the Khan of Khans
and all over you I want to fawn
together we could rule your empire
for my heart burns with an unquenchable fire
for you and only you make me quake
and wish for a small spank
Oh dearest Ghengis Khan
will you let me bare your spawn?